ducksarecrazy

I forgot I have a birthday. Not in the literal sense, but there's so much going on between work and moving, and my girlfriend is back from another continent; I just haven't given it thought at all.

Suddenly, people want to know what I'm doing for my birthday.
I'll be 29. I'm not one to get anxious about aging or any of that bullshit, I look far younger anyway. It's just not a landmark occasion, and I don't have the time right now to plan anything. Next year I'll hire a mariachi band to play ridiculous covers, and maybe get a clown crying-drunk, but this year I don't give a shit. I'd just like some fall weather.

Fortunately I happen to have some close friends, one of whom is taking me to see the Old 97's on Friday. I think that's a well-deserved way to celebrate one more year of refraining from punching most people I meet in the face.